The Faded Portrait

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In the damp light of a Bloomsbury studio, where the fog from the Thames seemed to seep through the brickwork like a persistent memory, Clara Whitmore stood before the faded portrait and understood, for the first time, what it meant to be erased by love. She was thirty-one, a conservator at the National Portrait Gallery, and had spent the better part of her career learning how to reveal what...

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